Lot samolotem był jedną z najcudowniejszych rzeczy jakie robiłam. Było to cudowne uczucie. Myślałam że będę się nudzić te 4h ale widoki były tak cudowne że nie sposób było patrzeć w tym czasie w telefon!
In the weeks and months to come I will be spending some time pondering over the representation of this man: St. Bartholomew. I think it is fascinating (and chilling) how these images seem to compare his skin to a garment. In some of them he is being undressed, in others he is shown wearing his flayed skin like a draped garment. #stbartholomew#bartholomæus#bartholomäus#skin#flaying#skinascloth#skinasgarment
Antonio Bragadin, a flying story
It was that in the pleasant springtime of 1571, an entire Muslim fleet under Ali Pasha was ordered by the sultan to seek out and destroy Christian dominance of the Mediterranean Sea, all the way up to Venice. During the summer, Ali Pasha raided fort after fort along the Adriatic shore, picked up thousands of hostages as slaves, and sent at least a small squadron to blockade for two or three days the approaches to St. Mark's Square in Venice, not least to plant a seed of terror about worse things to come.
Meanwhile, another large Muslim force soon headed north for the fortress of Famagusta, the last Venetian stronghold on the island of Cyprus, the "extended arm" of the trading posts and protective forts of the Venetian navy in the entire eastern Mediterranean. An army of 100,000 opened the siege, against a force of 15,000 behind the walls.
Under the energetic generalship of the elderly General Marcantonio Bragadino, the small band of defenders held out for week after week, despite receiving more than 180,000 incoming cannonballs. The defenders ran so short of food, and start dying out of starvation. The Muslim general was outraged by the length of the siege, which had already cost him 80,000 of his best men even though Famagusta's fate was sealed from the first days. Yet there were still long days, and sometimes nights, of hard hand-to-hand fighting just outside the walls. Muslim losses kept getting fully replenished by sea, and the Muslim forces grew stronger as the Christians got down to their last six barrels of gunpowder, with only four hundred men still able to fight.
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